This past weekend, we had a visit from my girlfriend's brother, his girlfriend and her son. Her son is only 10, on the spectrum for autism, with more than a splash of ADHD. When he learned I share a name with an iconic videogame character he loves, he decided we were best friends. As soon as they got here, we (the adults) tried to settle in with some cocktails while we'd arranged for the son to watch his Pokemon movies in the living room. Well, he wanted my attention, and asked me to watch the movie with him. I obliged. I told him I didn't know anything about Pokemon, and he proceed to pace the room frantically "bringing me up to speed" on Pokemon with all the enthusiasm of a hummingbird who can't finish a sentence without getting distracted by another thought. I entertained this behavior for about... an HOUR. I was finally rescued by his mom who finally realized I was being held captive by a Pokemon fanatic who wouldn't shut up. Nice kid, but all I know about Pokemon now is that I HATE them.